~ Sort of not depressed, flirting with mindfulness

Is it what I do or where I live?

I came across a truth as I swam contemplatively: if I want my health to stop deteriorating, however slowly, I have to move away.

Whether it’s living under the flight path or the general lack of air quality, my ability to breathe and be outside in the sunshine is duminishing year on year.

I never got hay fever before and once I realised I had got it and not just a very ling cold I went through a number of medications. Some didn’t work or had side effects; others worked for a while and then stopped. This summer I am actually staying indoors if it’s a high pollen count which makes summer and a garden a bit pointless. Eventually I will run out of medication to try.

I’ve had a persistent cough for a couple of months. It’s the leftover from a cold. I’m should expect to be more susceptible to these kinds of minor complaints due to weakened lungs.

I have been wondering recently about moving away and have shied away from it. I’ve found a home for the first time and good people. I don’t know where I’d go other than North of Watford gap. I also have no idea what I might do for a living.

I have got at least four years until 4son finishes school to consider it. It might be unwise leave the borough until 2sin has squeezed every penny of funding out of it and hopefully finished his A levels. That could be five years away.